Dialogue Poetry - Poetry's Memorial Service
The funeral was a surprise to all
writers
Bury me!!!
Poetry shouted
Bury me and leave no trace
If pen lost ground and laid
beneath
Then this hand too belong with
wreath
Words drifting in dark attractive
walls protecting poetry's insights
Drag lyrical baskets in caskets,
Make believe world,
Imagery paint me living,
Word breathing and I see the
light
Tell me lies,
Craft sweet lines,
Render me blind to the grave-
site in sight
It’s a bite from evaporated
rights,
Flashing poetry's resurrected
rights
Speaking wind flights as poetry
wishes to go deeper is session
nights
In-depth inspection 6-feet
beyond resurrection prospectus,
No light for revival,
Chew,
Spit,
Disintegrate,
No chance for survival - she's
dead - it’s final
Technically my brain is too
bright for
Binoculars searching creativity's
seeds in
Hives
Bending lives
Teary eyes
Blinking smiles
The funeral was a surprise to all
writers
(c) Tshego Khumalo & Raymond
Ngomane
Copyright © Tshego Khumalo | Year Posted 2014
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